"Nope. Too slow." He winces at the hit and sticks his hand in the air. "I'm calling it, Sir. Back here, Sieg."
The Pidgey flutters over, it's ego as bruised as it is.
"As you've demonstrated, I'm not ready for to take things further yet as a Trainer. I'm calling this in your favor, Sir." He turns and plods away from the Trainer and his Machop towards the RV as Moran scuttles over to join him. Already his mind is whirling, weighing it's way through the experience.
"Let's get you patched up. Moran, good job out there. Outstanding fight. Same for you Sieg. I made bad calls in that fight and I'm still getting to know your strengths. Sorry about that." He reaches over to gently ruffle the small bird's feathers. "And Winston, sorry my nerve didn't hold long enough to get you some fight time."
Spotting Nathan, he angles towards him.
Judging by the expression on the Ralts' face, he was having a bad afternoon.
"Bad fight, Nathan?" He asks quietly.
The Pidgey flutters over, it's ego as bruised as it is.
"As you've demonstrated, I'm not ready for to take things further yet as a Trainer. I'm calling this in your favor, Sir." He turns and plods away from the Trainer and his Machop towards the RV as Moran scuttles over to join him. Already his mind is whirling, weighing it's way through the experience.
"Let's get you patched up. Moran, good job out there. Outstanding fight. Same for you Sieg. I made bad calls in that fight and I'm still getting to know your strengths. Sorry about that." He reaches over to gently ruffle the small bird's feathers. "And Winston, sorry my nerve didn't hold long enough to get you some fight time."
Spotting Nathan, he angles towards him.
Judging by the expression on the Ralts' face, he was having a bad afternoon.
"Bad fight, Nathan?" He asks quietly.
